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December 14, 2015 | celebrity | Lex Jurgen | 0 Comments
Jaime King is my favorite nut job. She’s unexpectedly crazy. There’s no exaggerated public outbursts or found in mall on electric horse arrests or even a suggestion by licensed physicians that she be locked up for her own good. Not on the record. She just says and does those little things that let you know she’s the kind of clock that needs constant adjusting. It all seemed to circle around her difficult pregnancies made that much more harrowing by her constant need to document the evolving state of her tits on Instagram. And decry pregnancy shaming. And post more tit pics.
This post-partum cherry number squatting on the beach screams intervention. I don’t know shit about fashion. I do know about the insanity camps in the former German Democratic Republic. This looks eerily reminiscent of beach day on the big yard in Leipzig. Shit or get off the pot. That kid you’re going to force suckle until fifteen is watching.
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